Farewell

Oh it's fare thee well my darlin' true I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn.     I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico Or maybe the coast of Californ. So it's fare thee well my own true love We'll meet another day another time. It ain't the leavin' That's a-grievin' me But my true love who's bound to stay behind. The weather is against me and the wind blows hard The rain is turnin' into hail I still might strike it lucky on a highway going west Though I'm travelin' on a lonesome trail So, fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day, another time It's not the leavin' that's grievin' me But my true love, who's bound to stay behind I'll tell you of the laughter and the troubles Be they somebody else's or my own With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high I'll travel unnoticed and unknown So, fare thee well, my own true love We'll meet another day, another time It's not the leavin' that's grievin' me But my true love, who's bound to stay behind I've heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound Down around the Mexican plains They say that the people all are friendly there All they ask of you is your name So, fare the well, my own true love We'll meet another day, another time It's not the leavin' that's grievin' me But my true love, who's bound to stay behind